Harmonica: Your friends have a high mortality rate Frank. First three, then two.
Frank: So, you're the one who makes appointments.
Harmonica: And you're the one who doesn't keep them.
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Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
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Frank's lieutenant: [Morton just passed out 500 dollars each to four of Frank's men] How do you, uh - how do you play this game, Mr. Morton?
Morton: It's very simple. As long as you use your head, you'll never lose.
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Cheyenne: [to Jill] You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you. Just to look at her. And if one of them should pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.
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Cheyenne: [of Harmonica] He not only plays. He can shoot too.
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Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Cheyenne. We thought we'd never make it.
Cheyenne: It's all right. You're right on time... to bury my escort.
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Frank: [Frank is trying to convince Harmonica to sell him the land Harmonica just won] Just hurry up and make the deal!
Harmonica: Which deal Frank? We've got more than one to settle you and me.
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Jill: What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?
Cheyenne: He's whittlin' on a piece of wood. I've got a feeling when he stops whittlin'... Somethin's gonna happen.
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Morton: There are many things you'll never understand.
[Frank draws on Morton as he pulls out money to show him]
Morton: This is one of them. You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons. And the only one that can stop that is this.
[Morton's train stops as Frank's men ride up to it]
Morton: Now, shall we get back to our little problem?
Frank: My weapons might look simple to you, Mr. Morton, but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.
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Harmonica: [to Frank, spotting a gunman above a painted clock] Time sure flies! It's already past twelve.
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Harmonica: And Frank?
Snaky: Frank sent us.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: Well... looks like we're...
[snickers]
Snaky: ...looks like we're shy one horse.
Harmonica: You brought two too many.
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Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.
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Morton: [to Wobbles] You should learn to live as if you didn't exist!
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Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?
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Frank: Keep your lovin' brother happy.
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Harmonica: You know, Wobbles... I'm kinda mad at you.
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[Frank sits at Morton's desk]
Morton: How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank?
Frank: Almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.
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Frank: Who are you?
Harmonica: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood.
Frank: More dead men.
Harmonica: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
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[Frank just knocked Morton off of his crutches]
Morton: Is that sufficient to make you feel stronger?
Frank: I could squash you like a wormy apple!
Morton: Sure. But you won't do it... because it's... not to your advantage...
Frank: Hmm. Who knows how far you'd have gone with two good legs, huh?
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[Frank and his gang are standing in front of Timmy McBain, after killing the other family members]
Gang member: What are we going to do with this one, Frank?
Frank: Now that you've called me by name?
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Morton: Not bad. Congratulations. Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them.
Frank: People scare better when they're dying.
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Frank: Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.
Harmonica: So, you found out you're not a businessman after all.
Frank: Just a man.
Harmonica: An ancient race. Other Mortons will be along, and they'll kill it off.
Frank: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you. 'Cause I know that now, you'll tell me what you're after.
Harmonica: ...Only at the point of dyin'.
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Cheyenne: [to Jill] You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you. Just to look at her. And if one of them should pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.
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Frank: [Frank is trying to convince Harmonica to sell him the land Harmonica just won] Just hurry up and make the deal!
Harmonica: Which deal Frank? We've got more than one to settle you and me.
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Cheyenne: You deserve better.
Jill: The last man who told me that... is buried out there.
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Morton: Not bad. Congratulations. Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them.
Frank: People scare better when they're dying.
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Frank: How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders? The man can't even trust his own pants.
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Frank: Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.
Harmonica: So, you found out you're not a businessman after all.
Frank: Just a man.
Harmonica: An ancient race. Other Mortons will be along, and they'll kill it off.
Frank: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you. 'Cause I know that now, you'll tell me what you're after.
Harmonica: ...Only at the point of dyin'.
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Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right?
Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less.
Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days.
Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
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Cheyenne: Do you know anything about a guy going around playing the harmonica? He's someone you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.
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Frank: You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. Just funny. Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.
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Morton: There are many things you'll never understand.
[Frank draws on Morton as he pulls out money to show him]
Morton: This is one of them. You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons. And the only one that can stop that is this.
[Morton's train stops as Frank's men ride up to it]
Morton: Now, shall we get back to our little problem?
Frank: My weapons might look simple to you, Mr. Morton, but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.
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Frank: How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders? The man can't even trust his own pants.
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Frank: Keep your lovin' brother happy.
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[Frank just knocked Morton off of his crutches]
Morton: Is that sufficient to make you feel stronger?
Frank: I could squash you like a wormy apple!
Morton: Sure. But you won't do it... because it's... not to your advantage...
Frank: Hmm. Who knows how far you'd have gone with two good legs, huh?
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[last lines]
Cheyenne: Hey, Harmonica - when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows *where* to shoot.... Go away... go away... go away, I don't want you to see me die.
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Frank: Who are you?
Harmonica: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood.
Frank: More dead men.
Harmonica: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
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Cheyenne: You deserve better.
Jill: The last man who told me that... is buried out there.
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Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
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Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Cheyenne. We thought we'd never make it.
Cheyenne: It's all right. You're right on time... to bury my escort.
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Frank: You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. Just funny. Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.
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Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?
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Jill: What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?
Cheyenne: He's whittlin' on a piece of wood. I've got a feeling when he stops whittlin'... Somethin's gonna happen.
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Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago, they were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men.
Cheyenne: So?
Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets.
Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons. One, nobody around these part's got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed.
Harmonica: Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.
[Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver]
Cheyenne: All the way up to six if I have to...
[gestures to Harmonica's wound]
Cheyenne: And maybe faster than you.
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Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago, they were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men.
Cheyenne: So?
Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets.
Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons. One, nobody around these part's got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed.
Harmonica: Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.
[Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver]
Cheyenne: All the way up to six if I have to...
[gestures to Harmonica's wound]
Cheyenne: And maybe faster than you.
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Cheyenne: [of Harmonica] He not only plays. He can shoot too.
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Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right?
Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less.
Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days.
Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
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Frank: What do you want? Who are you?
Harmonica: Dave Jenkins.
Frank: Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago.
Harmonica: Calder Benson.
Frank: What's your name? Benson's dead, too.
Harmonica: You should know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed them.
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Harmonica: Your friends have a high mortality rate Frank. First three, then two.
Frank: So, you're the one who makes appointments.
Harmonica: And you're the one who doesn't keep them.
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Cheyenne: They wanna hang me. The big, black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything. Never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.
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Jill: But... but those were his men.
Harmonica: Yeah.
Jill: And they tried to kill him.
Harmonica: They must've found someone who pays better.
Jill: And you... You saved his life!
Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.
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Cheyenne: Harmonica, a town built around a railroad.
[laughs]
Cheyenne: You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands.
Harmonica: They call them "millions."
Cheyenne: "Millions." Hmm.
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[Frank and his gang are standing in front of Timmy McBain, after killing the other family members]
Gang member: What are we going to do with this one, Frank?
Frank: Now that you've called me by name?
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Harmonica: And Frank?
Snaky: Frank sent us.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: Well... looks like we're...
[snickers]
Snaky: ...looks like we're shy one horse.
Harmonica: You brought two too many.
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[first lines]
Station agent: Hey - hey hey hey hey, if you want any tickets, you'll have to go around to, eh, to, eh, the front of the, eh... oooh, well, I s'pose it'll be all right.
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Cheyenne: Do you know anything about a guy going around playing the harmonica? He's someone you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.
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Cheyenne: Harmonica, a town built around a railroad.
[laughs]
Cheyenne: You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands.
Harmonica: They call them "millions."
Cheyenne: "Millions." Hmm.
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[last lines]
Cheyenne: Hey, Harmonica - when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows *where* to shoot.... Go away... go away... go away, I don't want you to see me die.
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Morton: [to Wobbles] You should learn to live as if you didn't exist!
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Cheyenne: Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit.
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Frank's lieutenant: [Morton just passed out 500 dollars each to four of Frank's men] How do you, uh - how do you play this game, Mr. Morton?
Morton: It's very simple. As long as you use your head, you'll never lose.
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Frank: What do you want? Who are you?
Harmonica: Dave Jenkins.
Frank: Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago.
Harmonica: Calder Benson.
Frank: What's your name? Benson's dead, too.
Harmonica: You should know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed them.
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[first lines]
Station agent: Hey - hey hey hey hey, if you want any tickets, you'll have to go around to, eh, to, eh, the front of the, eh... oooh, well, I s'pose it'll be all right.
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Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.
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Jill: But... but those were his men.
Harmonica: Yeah.
Jill: And they tried to kill him.
Harmonica: They must've found someone who pays better.
Jill: And you... You saved his life!
Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.
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[Frank sits at Morton's desk]
Morton: How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank?
Frank: Almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.
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Cheyenne: Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit.
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Harmonica: [to Frank, spotting a gunman above a painted clock] Time sure flies! It's already past twelve.
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Cheyenne: They wanna hang me. The big, black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything. Never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.
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Harmonica: You know, Wobbles... I'm kinda mad at you.
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